shortbrain:
Yeah, why not?
Yeah, why not?
Poems.....Must be made my members only!
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I was being Sarcastic harebrain lolol
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Pretty much...
No, really - it's just that it's such a silly image. " breezy center of sorrow " ???
Conjures up visions of the set of a Jimmy Buffet video... tropical beach... palm trees, Hawaiian shirts, drinks with little umbrellas...
But shot in black & white, with everyone shuffling thru the sand with their heads hanging down, The Cure doing a wretched cover version of "Margaritaville" or some such.
Barry Manilow at the Copa Copa Cobanna ............:roflmao:
Hey... Lola had it rough...
I mean -
She lost her youth, and she lost her Tony...
Then - fer the luvva Gawd - she lost her mind...
:bawl:
LoL
I wrote this 'Hypothesis Of Sorrow' poem awhile ago. One of my many poems.
Liquid crystal swell but not leaked,
From weeks of torrent from twin spheres of blindness,
Has turned white to off red like raw tuna.
Sphere's envelope weathered,
Erosion of the cerebral cortex,
Intestines twisted like a dream.
Beating crisis offering bad food to temple,
The sacrifice was made though no ailment gained,
Lofn's presence once cherished
Flashbacks haunts reality's chaos,
Thanatos knocking though it seems,
Light loomed in laneway long though attainable.
Ahead the kaleidoscope of my microcosm,
But still on occasion, that vision,
Though the lips now brushes the gale.
Copyright ©2007 T. Krailerks
Liquid crystal swell but not leaked,
From weeks of torrent from twin spheres of blindness,
Has turned white to off red like raw tuna.
Sphere's envelope weathered,
Erosion of the cerebral cortex,
Intestines twisted like a dream.
Beating crisis offering bad food to temple,
The sacrifice was made though no ailment gained,
Lofn's presence once cherished
Flashbacks haunts reality's chaos,
Thanatos knocking though it seems,
Light loomed in laneway long though attainable.
Ahead the kaleidoscope of my microcosm,
But still on occasion, that vision,
Though the lips now brushes the gale.
Copyright ©2007 T. Krailerks
this is a poem that i wrote a while ago.. as of yet it doesn't have a title.. i just can't think of anything that properly fits the emotion of the poem.. well it's really long.. but here it goes..
In Baby's adoring eyes, Daddy is a hero
A strong, loving man, who's always there
In Baby's naive mind, Daddy says "I love you,"
When he really means "I don't care."
And through her rose-coloured glasses,
Baby looks up at him with Mummy.
They look like they're in a fairytale,
Daddy looks handsome and Mummy looks beautiful,
Just like the prince and princess in one of the books
That Mummy always reads to Baby.
But one day, Daddy is going, walking out
On Mummy and their little Baby.
Baby sees Daddy's back as he walks away.
The slience following the fight between
Mummy and Daddy is deafening.
Baby wonders where Daddy is going,
And when he comes back,
Will he take her to the circus in town?
But the circus leaves, and Daddy is still gone.
And now heart-broken Baby knows,
She might never see her Daddy again.
And she cries for her Daddy,
And she wishes for her Daddy,
And she screams for her Daddy,
But crying and wishing and screamimg,
Won't bring Daddy back again.
Daddy leaves Baby's life, while leaving
A gaping hole in Baby's trusting heart.
But it wasn't Baby's fault,
And she shouldn't have to live with the pain of not knowing,
Didn't Daddy love her?
Or wasn't she good enough?
Why was Daddy never there for her
When she needed it, especially now?
Baby's finding it hard to remember, it's been so long.
And her heart's gaping hole is now filled with cement.
Cold, hard cement... not that different from Daddy's.
Will Daddy's heart ever soften?
Will he ever want to see his Baby again?
Baby doesn't know.
Many years have passed since Baby last saw her Daddy
She's finding it even harder to remember
What did Daddy look like?
What did he sound like?
Did Daddy have his own smell?
Baby still can't remember.
Then one day Baby breaks down, and once again,
She cries for her Daddy,
And she wishes for her Daddy,
And she screams for her Daddy,
But crying and wishing and screamimg,
Still won't bring Daddy back.
One day Baby knows that Daddy will wonder
He will want to see his Baby again.
But then it will be too late,
Because by the time Daddy is interested,
Baby would have already lost hope.
And Daddy will just be another thing in Baby's life,
That she just can't depend on...
In Baby's adoring eyes, Daddy is a hero
A strong, loving man, who's always there
In Baby's naive mind, Daddy says "I love you,"
When he really means "I don't care."
And through her rose-coloured glasses,
Baby looks up at him with Mummy.
They look like they're in a fairytale,
Daddy looks handsome and Mummy looks beautiful,
Just like the prince and princess in one of the books
That Mummy always reads to Baby.
But one day, Daddy is going, walking out
On Mummy and their little Baby.
Baby sees Daddy's back as he walks away.
The slience following the fight between
Mummy and Daddy is deafening.
Baby wonders where Daddy is going,
And when he comes back,
Will he take her to the circus in town?
But the circus leaves, and Daddy is still gone.
And now heart-broken Baby knows,
She might never see her Daddy again.
And she cries for her Daddy,
And she wishes for her Daddy,
And she screams for her Daddy,
But crying and wishing and screamimg,
Won't bring Daddy back again.
Daddy leaves Baby's life, while leaving
A gaping hole in Baby's trusting heart.
But it wasn't Baby's fault,
And she shouldn't have to live with the pain of not knowing,
Didn't Daddy love her?
Or wasn't she good enough?
Why was Daddy never there for her
When she needed it, especially now?
Baby's finding it hard to remember, it's been so long.
And her heart's gaping hole is now filled with cement.
Cold, hard cement... not that different from Daddy's.
Will Daddy's heart ever soften?
Will he ever want to see his Baby again?
Baby doesn't know.
Many years have passed since Baby last saw her Daddy
She's finding it even harder to remember
What did Daddy look like?
What did he sound like?
Did Daddy have his own smell?
Baby still can't remember.
Then one day Baby breaks down, and once again,
She cries for her Daddy,
And she wishes for her Daddy,
And she screams for her Daddy,
But crying and wishing and screamimg,
Still won't bring Daddy back.
One day Baby knows that Daddy will wonder
He will want to see his Baby again.
But then it will be too late,
Because by the time Daddy is interested,
Baby would have already lost hope.
And Daddy will just be another thing in Baby's life,
That she just can't depend on...
You're beauty is like amber shimmering in the sunlight. My heart beats whenever you are nearby, fluttering as distant as the wind follows by. I dream of things about you but this is all I can do, ever-wanting for a moment in time that touch your skin holds. Smiling faces gifted with passions hidden, I hope for times shared with you. ~ To Jana the girl who ignores I exist and doesn't see me for who I truly am or want to be
Haunted by you, taunted by you, yet finding myself alone again I know your words aren't true. Seeking a cave to envelope myself in, honoring the fear you place into my arms, the worry I have not caused by you but others. Caring for something unfullfilled in desire, written text carries with it a song of tommorrow. ~ @ James R for saying I can't fake quote people or he'll ban me forever!
Haunted by you, taunted by you, yet finding myself alone again I know your words aren't true. Seeking a cave to envelope myself in, honoring the fear you place into my arms, the worry I have not caused by you but others. Caring for something unfullfilled in desire, written text carries with it a song of tommorrow. ~ @ James R for saying I can't fake quote people
or he'll ban me forever!have you started writing that journal yet?! you're really talented and i reckon you should write it all down. And then let the girl you like READ it! lol
hmm.. well i bet you havn't given her any poems or anything.. you should and then i reckon she'd see you for who you really are.. just pluck up the courage and do it!To Jana the girl who ignores I exist and doesn't see me for who I truly am or want to be